Sometimes, they’re all just illusions. Love. Hate. Regret. They all convey the single meaning. At the end, it ends up with a final note that life is meaningless. Because we’re all just too real, to be alive, to create an end to form yet another end. Think. It’s just too funny. Yet so powerful.

My heart was dying
Cunningly tracing to
Explore the shore
Where her footprints
Are still alive
To follow mine
#WrittenRiver#poetry